Francis was born October 11th, to his parents Marcus and Amelia Jackson, Rich Noblemen in Helena. His parents were not involved with Politics, as his dad was in the Merchant Industry. Though, this did not stop him from being interested in the matter. When he was growing up, his friends would often refer to him as the leader of his friend group, causing mischief around Helena and various things. When he was 13, his Mother passed away from a rare disease that doctors are still researching. Francis’ father was stricken with grief, and forced Francis to move away from Helena to a small Merchant Camp near Krugmar, far away from any of Francis’ Friends. His Father soon focused his entire life to his work, leaving Francis to have many nights alone. Here he often watched the Orcs fight and raid villages, which taught him a lot in Guerrilla Warfare and many things about War Tactics. When he turned 26, he moved away from Krugmar and Back to Helena, where our story begins...
Francis glances around the fortified city before looking at the man, ”Hello Sir, I am here to seek out members of my Royal Knights, as I am seeking to strike up a Kingdom, now, where might be the nearest Tavern, I am dying to quench my thirst!” Francis exclaimed, brushing off the fact the man was chuckling under his breath, “Well, high aspirations lead to high expectations.” The well-dressed man said, pointing me to the tavern.
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